[Judged] drink down that gin and kerosene;

[August]

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hen she charges, head down, August thinks ah, perhaps I should have kept my sword. That way, he could at least have parried; and surely Morr wouldn’t begrudge him an artificial weapon to match the one the unicorn was born with.

Then he’s out of time for wondering anything beyond the sphere of this fight. Denocte in the bright morning sunlight is a far cry from the ever-shifting location of the fighting rings in the desert, but it’s those encounters August’s body remembers as he shifts his weight to his back feet.

The nice thing about her horn as opposed to a sword is that it can’t go where her head doesn’t lead it; August follows the line of her brow, of her throat, and wheels away as the sabre of her horn tilts close. It is as graceful as a pair of dancers - Minya would be proud. Or she would have been, except August is out of practice and just a bit too slow, so her horn thwacks him solidly against his upper shoulder.

It was, he’ll think later, very sportsmanlike of her to temper her blow (just the kind of thing a proper princess would do). But August is not in the running for Warden to be polite, and as her momentum carriers her beyond him he shifts from his back hooves to his front in a little crow-hop, then kicks out with both hind feet. It’s not a high blow - somewhere between the point of the hocks and the belly - but it’s forceful and quick, and he holds his ground afterward.  

Hopefully they were both grinning when this was over - he’s been beaten to hell enough this year, and Morrighan seemed fond of the girl.

« r » | @Aspara

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Summary: August wheels away from her rush (though manages to be struck by the side of her horn on the shoulder), then reshuffles his footing and kicks at her immediately after.  

Attack Used: 1 
Attack(s) Left: 1 
Block Used: 0 
Block(s) Left: 1 
Item(s) Used: NA

Response Deadline: Dec. 17
Tags: @Aspara, @Sid, @inkbone, @nestle, @layla